“Well, that’s why, they have no girl,” my uncle conclusioned.
He is so bright once in a while.
Why not make love with Meriken musume?
I said I would petition the Tokio government to transplant her women.
It may ruin the Japanese girl’s name, was my afterthought, if they ship only the homely gang.
Lovely girl has no longing to sail over the ocean. She has plenty of chance to grow a flower bride at home.
I pity my native boys of this city.
“Jap! Jap!”
They are dashed with such exclamations from every corner.
As for me the sound of “Jap” is my taste, so I spray it in my writing.